A/N: This was a story request by PinkieScootalooSweetieDash, and has an extensive cast list. Main pairing is my OTP of H/Hr, and Lily Potter is alive and working at Hogwarts. But also includes Harem with Lavender Brown, Cho Chang, Padma & Parvati Patil, Susan Bones, Hannah Abbott, Daphne & Astoria Greengrass, Tracy Davis, Pansy Parkinson, Ginny Weasley, Luna Lovegood and Nymphadora Tonks. I've never done anything like this before, so no hate, and constructive criticism is always welcome. Enjoy!

-Rose

Chapter 1: Rally the Troops

"This can't be happening,"

Hermione Grangers hoarse voice pulled 4th Year Hogwarts Student Harry Potter out of his stupor. Blinking rapidly from under his glasses, the boy felt his best friends (and secret crush since Year 1) hand clutched around his arm as he swallowed deeply. The entirety of the Great Hall was staring at him, and it was quiet enough to hear a pin drop. Professor Dumbledore stood before the Goblet of Fire, holding a still burning piece of paper in his hand, a look of irritation on his face,

"HARRY POTTER!" He called again loudly, his monster voice billowing like sheets in a windstorm as Hermione whimpered and surrendered Harry's arm, "go on Harry," she mumbled, nudging the Boy-Who-Lived with a hand as he looked into her face. Hermione appeared to be deeply concerned, unlike his best mate Ronald Weasley who looked ready to detonate at any second. Exhaling shakily, Harry nodded, brushed his fingers against Hermione's resting hand and stood from the table.

"I will not stand for this," Lily Potter, Hogwarts Potions master, hissed to Professor McGonagall behind the staff table, finger waving in the older woman's face as Harry approached the goblet, "he's not even of age, Minerva!"

"Calm down, Lily," the woman hissed, turning back to the proceedings as the red haired witch made a strangling motion with both hands before releasing a tense breath. Meanwhile, Harry stood before Dumbledore, feeling the piercing grey eyes bore into his as the white haired man held out a sheet of paper. Indeed, Harry's name was written on it. But there was something wrong,

"I'm sorry Professor," Harry said, "but this isn't my handwriting,"

"But it is your name, is it not?" Dumbledore questioned, lifting a brow. Harry nodded his assent, but took the paper and squinted at it,

"But this isn't my handwriting, Headmaster. I didn't put my name in,"

"It's already been decided for you, Harry," Dumbledore rasped, taking him firmly by the shoulders and guiding him towards where the other three champions already stood. Fleur Delacour, Viktor Krum and Cedric Diggory all looked at him with trepidation, but Harry merely shrugged at them, "the Champions of the Tri-Wizard Tournament!"

There was no clapping as the Goblet of Fire vanished from the podium and the lights in the Great Hall flashed to life again. Looking around the tables, Harry's eyes skimmed the sea of faces. The Slytherin table was sneering, no doubt at his own expense, but the Boy-Who-Lived noticed that the Greengrass sisters were fruitfully arguing about something (again, most likely him), and Tracey Davis was twirling a fork mindlessly, ignoring the rest of her Housemates. Beside her, Pansy Parkinson looked thoughtful and unusually quiet, though her dark eyes would flick to the podium every few seconds before vanishing. At the next table over, the Claws merely looked disinterested, and easily chatted amongst themselves. Luna Lovegood, a girl Harry didn't know very well, appeared a bit paler then usual, and was staring right up at Harry with her piercing grey eyes. They had lost their dreamy sheen and instead appeared calculating. Similarly, Cho Chang was staring with some expression Harry couldn't place. He also noticed her eyes flicking back and forth between himself and Cedric Diggory, though Cho's odd expression pulled into an angry scowl whenever she laid eyes on the overly pompous Hufflepuff Quidditch player. 'Maybe they had a falling out?' Harry thought, remembering Lavender Brown mentioning something about Cho and Cedric dating since the beginning of the year.

Shaking his head, Harry craned his neck slightly to see the very end of the Ravenclaw table, where Padma Patil was waving hand signs towards her sister whom was still at the Gryffindor Table. Smiling at that, Harry shifted to look at the Hufflepuffs. There were many angry scowls coming from most of the Badger students, which was a surprise to Harry. They were usually so accepting, after all. But he also noticed a lone gaggle of girls towards the back, whispering amongst themselves. The group contained Susan Bones and Hannah Abbott, as well as Ginny Weasley (whom had been sorted into their house some years before). The three were in deep discussion, similar to the Greengrass sisters, and Harry deflated slightly. No doubt everyone was talking about him in particular, and how he stole the Hufflepuffs chance at glory. Twisting a lip, Harry finally set eyes on his own house. Once again, many glares were directed in his direction, all of them from his mates. The most prominent stare was that of Ron Weasley, who seemed ready to wring his neck the minute Harry returned to the dorm. But to his surprise, some Gryffindors had congregated towards the side wall. Lavender Brown had been joined by Parvati Patil, and to Harry's joy, Neville Longbottom. With them stood a pink haired young woman Harry didn't have the pleasure of meeting, but she was whispering to the group as though she had been part of Gryffindor her whole life. As if she realized Harry was staring, the woman turned, revealing bright cobalt eyes. Smiling, she made a pointing motion with her hand towards the staff table. Twisting about, Harry finally spotted Hermione, whom was deeply engrossed in a conversation with his mum.

The beautiful bushy haired young witch had pulled her hair back away from her face with an elastic band, revealing how large her dark eyes actually were as she stood on her toes in order to whisper in Lily's ear. The woman would nod, say something back, and then Hermione would continue on. When the conversation ended, Lily looked determined and Hermione smiled at Harry as she returned to stand with the group of girls and Neville. Glancing up as Dumbledore cleared his throat nearby, the Great Wizard made a movement with his hands,

"If the Champions will follow me to the back room, we have Tournament matters to discuss,"

Harry didn't feel like discussing Tournament matters, but he followed the others anyway, feeling his mum slip into stride beside him as he took one last look over one shoulder. The last thing Harry saw in the Great Hall was the shifting of particular students towards the foyer as the door to the back room closed. Sitting in the well furnished teachers lounge, Harry held a hand to his forehead through out the entire meeting as the Minister Barty Crouch addressed all the champions and explained the workings of the Tournament.

"You four are magically contracted to this Tournament," he explained, "abandoning in it would mean an excruciatingly painful death for you all. There are no exceptions in this matter, I'm afraid,"

Crouch shot a pointed look in Lily's direction as she cursed softly squeezed Harry's shoulders, causing Harry to smile slightly. "you all will be given the highest honors this year, though I'm afraid the Tournament will keep you quite busy, and Quidditch may be out of the question..."

As Crouch droned on and on about the tournament, Harry couldn't help but notice how the other Champions glowered at him whenever possible. He hadn't even entered his name! "That is all I can tell you for the moment. Congratulations, Champions, and I will see you at the first task,"

As the room shifted and the other Champions filed out, Lily sighed heavily,

"I'll kill Dumbledore for this," the woman hissed, walking beside her son as they made their way out into the front foyer, "thank the gods your friend Hermione had such a good idea, she's a brilliant one she is,"

Lily beamed with pride as Harry lifted a brow. Before he could ask though, they turned the corner into the hall outside the Great Doors. Grouped together by one of the windows was a mass of at least ten people, all of them female except for Neville. Eyes widening in shock, Harry barely had time to process anything as Hermione turned and ran to him, throwing her arms around his shoulders tightly,

"Harry, you'll be alright," she rasped breathlessly, "I promise,"

"H-Hermione, what is this?"

"It's your army, Harry,"

"My what?"

Hermione released her grip as she beamed excitedly at Harry, then waved to the group,

"You'll need all the support you can get in this Tournament. You can't go it alone. All of us know you didn't put your name in that cup, and we all believe in you. Come on, I'll introduce you to everyone,"

Tugging at Harry's hand, the bewildered Boy-Who-Lived walked forward, taking up the hand Neville extended to him as he got close,

"I won't let you go through with this, mate," he said, "you aren't a cheater,"

"Thanks Neville," Harry mumbled, letting his eyes roam across all the people set before him. Waving to Luna first, the white blonde girl stood up,

"Harry, this is Loony-uh, Luna Lovegood. Ravenclaw," Hermione introduced. Luna beamed up at Harry as she shook his hand, and he moved on to the next few people, "you already know Ginny, Hannah and Susan. The Patil Twins. These are the Greengrass sisters,"

Hermione motioned to the dark and blonde haired girls standing close to one another as they shook Harry's hand. As if reading into his disbelief that any Slytherin would believe him, the blonde, Daphne, smiled mischievously,

"We both think that Slytherin House is destroying what it means to come from an Ancient Family. Anything to make it crumble is fine with us. Astoria here just thinks you're cute,"

"Daph, stop,"

The dark haired girl nudged her older sister in the ribs as Harry smiled and nodded, turning to face the one Slytherin he hated just as much as Malfoy. To his surprise, Pansy Parkinson looked terribly ashamed, and held the hand of Tracey Davis tightly. Exhaling deeply in understanding, Harry smiled and dropped his palm down onto Pansy's shoulder, causing her to look up at him. Being anything but traditional was a no-go in Slytherin house, as well as Pureblood families. Harry merely nodded with a smile as Pansy's face became significantly brighter, her fingers squeezing Tracey's hand a tad more as they touched foreheads.

"And of course you know Lavender Brown and Cho Chang,"

"It's good to finally meet you, Harry," Cho said, shaking his hand tightly, "I'm always impressed with your skills on the Quidditch Pitch. And trust me, anything to get back at that no good Hufflepuff Cedric Diggory is enough purpose for me to believe you,"

"I...appreciate that, Cho. Thanks,"

Harry nodded to Lavender in turn, who merely pushed some fluffy hair behind her shoulder as bubblegum colored hair appeared from beside her,

"Wotcher, Harry!" The young woman called excitedly, shaking the hand of the Boy-Who-Lived with some vigor, "I'm Tonks. I came here with Moody to watch over the Tournament,"

"Tonks here is actually a distant cousin of yours, Harry," Lily said, once again assuring Harry of his mum's presence, "she's working under the Ministry to become an Auror,"

"Bloody gits they all are, though," Tonks insisted, causing Lily to roll her eyes and for Harry to smile, "I'd rally behind you any day, Potter. This looks like a swell team you've got,"

"This is incredible," Harry insisted, slipping his hand into Hermione's as she colored pink at the contact, "but I can't possibly ask you all to support me. It could get dangerous-"

"No one is going anywhere, Harry," Ginny Weasley spoke up, folding her arms defiantly,

"Yeah, you mess with one of us, you get all of us," Pansy announced, lifting her chin defiantly as Hermione nudged Harry's shoulder with her own,

"You are so used to doing things by yourself, Harry. Now, we are all here for you. And we are all going to crush this Tournament before it can even begin,"

There were some cheers from the group as Harry smiled, pulled Hermione closer and nodded his head. Maybe competing in the Tri-Wizard Tournament wouldn't get him killed after all?